(Canceled) Before I Shatter (FNAF Highschool) (Book 1 of 3)

Chapter 9

===Mangle's POV===
"YOU WHAT!" Toy Chic yells as we settle back down into our circle. My thoughts lingering heavily on the kiss. The pure bliss and ecstasy of it all.

"He, um... I roped him into this... and you all tried to include him when he didn't want to be... it was a miracle that he even showed up... but... I was apologizing for the way you all were acting... and... we kissed..." I stop and stare down at my hands that had held on to Foxy. For so long I had felt alone, even though I have friends, I always felt like I was missing a part of myself. But that moment... that moment I found the missing shard.
      "But afterwards. He had this look on his face... he was terrified. Mortified by what had happened... and then he ran." A single tear roles down my cheek as I grip a pillow close to my chest. Just the feeling of being that close... it felt right... but, I don't know if it was the same for Foxy. And yet, he kissed me first. It's all so damn confusing.

      "I will say this... the next time I see him... I'll tear him limb from limb." Toy Chica says cracking her knuckles.

===Foxy's POV===

      It's Monday now. Two days after the.. Incident... I open my groggy eyes slightly at the misty early morning and the sound of a blaring alarm clock. I close my eyes again and breath a heavy sigh as I turn off the clock beside me. How did I get myself into this? Why did I get myself into the mess of confusion? These questions I have been constantly asking myself since the incident. Why? On the long drive home, through the pouring rain, which crashed down on my car with reckless abandon. All of Saturday and Sunday was filled with only one question, why? Now it's Monday. Now it is time for another day in hell.

      With another sigh I flip the blanket off myself and gather my outfit for the day and step into the bathroom. My face appears before me in my unrecognizable reflection. I'm... smiling? No... There's no way that can be right. I look again and sure enough I wear a small smile as I think about the kiss, the way that she kissed back... how could I just run out like that? The things she must think about me now, the hate she must feel. And, upon thinking this, my usual frown and anger inwards returns as I slip on a red long sleeve shirt and my hoodie. Bags underline my eyes and a bloodshot red outlines my hatred filled iris'. I'm tired... I haven't slept at all lately. I think it all started when I found out how I felt about Mangle. I spent so long just laying in bed and staring at the ceiling just wondering about her. Now, the product of those thoughts is beginning to show.

      I step out of the bathroom and exit the safety of my bedroom. The shadows bid me back but their calls are ignored. No matter how badly I want to curl up into their surprisingly warm embrace and never come out, I have to face this problem sooner than later. Additionally...I have to see her again. I have to see Mangle again. If I don't, I'll lose my God damn mind, more so than I already have. Without so much as an afterthought, I grab my book bag and walk out of the door. The bitter cold instantly hits me and I wrap my arms around each other as I decide to drive to school today. The engine of my Impala roars to life and settles down to a purr as I shift gears and head towards another day of insanity.

      Students line the front door to the school. All huddled together, more or less, trying to keep warm on such a bone chilling day. Their chatter is incoherent, but I watch with a certain fixation on trying to read what their saying. I observe from a distance, waiting in the warmth of my car and just... watching. Observing their behavior, but no matter the amount of studying the character of these people, I'll never truly be prepared for the randomness of their actions. The words they speak, the way they act, its all... well... its mostly fake. I see right through each and everyone of their masks, the person they smother into silence with their money, their popularity, what kind of clothes they wear. That is what is sickening to me. But Mangle... she doesn't wear a mask. She doesn't try to hide the person that she is. I guess that's what I love about her. Unlike most, she is true and genuine, she cares about others, she trusts these people... Trust is just one of the many things I don't have the luxury of.